Today is Sunday, the last official day before returning to work from Spring Break. I suppose you could call it Easter Break, but in our PC world, we are moving away from that I guess.
I went to Wilmington on Monday. I hadn't seen Todd's house since God only knows, and I wanted to get a book signed by its author who is a professor at UNC-W, so I took two days off and went down.
As I was driving down Monday morning, I realized that this was my official spring trip. I usually go somewhere over spring break, somewhere to my south, somewhere I can drive and drive and look and look. I've been to Wilmington, Charleston, Beaufort (SC), Athens (GA), and even New Orleans. I had forgotten what it was like driving south at Easter.
It's always full of flowers. The roads in the south, especially the back roads, are lined with dogwoods and wisteria in April. It's the prettiest time for a road trip. White and purple along with the pinks of azaleas line your route to remind you that life is good and it's time to start looking up.
I love driving south. Love seeing the weather change. When we went to NO, we were all bundled up when we got there and had to peel layers off only to have to add the layers once we got back to NC.
The ride reminds me that sometimes the simplest things make me the happiest. Just going for a drive, spending a night away from home, and then coming back to happy faces - all of it makes for a great Spring Break.
So take a drive. And enjoy it. And write about it.
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